I stand here on the cusp of young and old,
Not quite timid,
Not quite bold.
Always so angry.
Always so sad.
Always so lost.
Always walking the line.
Wishing I had trusted myself,
While I still had time.
It's not too late,
But maybe it is.
Just keep working, and wait.
Showing posts with label bummed out menopause poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bummed out menopause poem. Show all posts
Thursday, May 31, 2012
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